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“Putting everything on hold to achieve the one thing you think will make you happy will actually mean that you're miserable along the way to getting there, and when you get there, you might find that the thing wanted doesn't make you as happy as you thought it would. Or worse, you've completely forgotten how to be happy.”

Quote by Dorothy Koomson

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The Woman He Loved Before

This book delves into the intricacies of love and the passage of time, following the story of a protagonist who grapples with the past and the woman he once loved deeply. more

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Dorothy Koomson
Dorothy Koomson

Dorothy Koomson is a British novelist born in 1971. Her works primarily focus on contemporary social issues, particularly those concerning race, class, and gender. Koomson is known for her profound emotional depth and engaging storytelling. more

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